It’s inevitable.
Always is when we’re alone and I’ve done something to upset him.
“I know you can’t answer me,” he says with only a foot of space between us. “But a nod would be good.”
I don’t do anything because one might quicken how he’s going to react over the other, but maybe I’m a fucking idiot becauseyeswould be a hit, a shake of the head would be a smack, and silence would be a punch to the gut.
Which is exactly what he does.
Pain radiates through my stomach as I step back, hitting the chest of whatever asshole is behind me and warning bells start going off in my head.
He hits me again, and I might lose this baby.
Torin or Reeve’s baby.
I don’t want them to go through that.Idon’t wantmeto go through that.
I know I said I might abort it, but that’s my fucking decision, not Matteo’s. Not him taking something away from me again.
Matteo’s fingers wrap tightly around my jaw, and he squeezes—hard. “You simple little bitch. You think because you’re big and fuckin’ bad that you’re going to kill me?”
I want to do so much—all of it—but I’m damned if I do, and damned if I don’t.
However…there are six guys outside called The Nameless. How he’s going to get out of here unscathed and undetected, Matteo isn’tthatgood.
“I’m going to tell you how this is going to go.” He leans in, smelling of weed and fucking cloves. The latter makes me sick, curling and knotting my stomach just by inhaling it. “You’re going to team up with my fuckin’ ass. You want your own seat,fine.You use that shit against me, I will bury you.”
I can’t help the recoil of trying to pry myself out of his grasp, and of course, he feels it.
“Don’t want me anymore, babe?” He shows his disappointment by slamming his fist into my belly again. I grunt the air that leaves my lungs as tears burn the back of my eyes. “You know I love it when you fight me, Bay. And I’m aimin’ to do anything to make sure that happens. You’re going to be under me and so full of my dick it’s going to be all you feel when you’re walkin’ around.Noone will fuck with you when they know you’re mine.”
I’d kill myself first.
I bob my head, giving him something of what he wants, but Matteo knows me.
I’m not the same bitch I was before.
However, the only thing I’m banking on now is he has me semi-cornered and at his mercy.
“Would you like that?” He cups my face with both palms, brushing a thumb down my right cheek. “We can start over, Bay. People do it all the time. And we can rule over this shithole and bank.”
This motherfucker is so damn delusional, I’m surprised that men still follow him.
“Tell me that’s what you need,” he conveys with hope in his eyes, and I swear to God, he looks vulnerable for all but three seconds. “We were always meant to be together.”
I guess my poker face wasn’t as strong as I believed it to be because his nostrils flare, face skewing in irritation as he drops his hold on me.
“You want it the hard way, don’t you, Bay?” He pries his brown eyes off me, peering off at something else in the room. “I don’t understand why you do this to me, but I think it’s because you like to be punished.”
The back of his hand crashes across my face, sending my head snapping to the side before he kicks at my shin and yanks me down to my knees.
“Stop,” mutters the woman in the room. “Leave her?—”
“Shut the fuck up, or your brains are going to be scattered on the wall,” Matteo snaps, as I try to breathe through the throbbing ache in my body.
I’m looking at his black Nikes, trying to get through and pull myself together, but again, Matteo is a bitch.
He kicks at my chest, sending me toppling backward and onto my spine, crushing my hands with my own body weight as I suck in the adhesive of the tape over my mouth.
